LOGINMERRY CHRISTMAS đđ¤
I've been staring at this screen trying to figure out how to say what I want to say without sounding like a Hallmark card lol... but here goes.
Thank you.
Like genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Do you know what it feels like to be a small author? It feels like shouting into the void and hoping someone hears you. It feels like putting pieces of your soul into a story and wondering if anyone will care. It feels like refreshing your stats at 3am just to see if one more person clicked.
And then you showed up.
You clicked. You read. You stayed. You voted. You commented. You added my book to your library like it mattered.
And to me? That's everything.
That's you saying "I see you and I pick you." Out of all the books on this app, you picked mine. Do you know how insane that is? How grateful I am?
So here's my Christmas wish... if this book has made you feel something, anything... would you leave me a review? đĽşđ
It doesn't have to be perfect. Just real. Just you and your thoughts and your words. Tell me what you loved, what you hated, what made you scream into your pillow lol. I want to hear it all.
Reviews are how other readers find me. But more than that... hearing from you reminds me why I do this.
Merry Christmas, loves. You're making my dreams come true and you don't even know it đ¤
â Remi đ¤
KNOXâS POVâLeave?ââTonight.â I wave a wet hand toward the door. âWe take Silasâs ridiculous box of food, steal a car, and drive to the southern packs where nobody knows my face. We buy an ugly little house near the sea. You get a garden. I grow a beard, get fat, and tell everybody I used to fish for a living. The East would never find us there. Case closed.âEmber laughs against my chest.âAnd the North? What happens to your people?ââWhat about them?ââKnox!â She smacks my bare shoulder, splashing water right into my face.âFine. Fine.â I shrug one shoulder. âApparently they still require a King. Deeply inconvenient. But Iâm allowed to fantasise about running away with my wife for thirty seconds.âShe turns and swats my chest with the flat of her hand again.âThat is incredibly selfish.ââI know. Iâm enjoying it.ââYouâre literally the King.ââYeah. Iâve seen the paperwork.ââKnox.ââFine.â I catch her wrist and kiss the inside of it, right over the pulse, because thatâs the only a
KNOXâS POVI donât move.âI think everything goes way back to your familyâs past,â she says, and itâs coming faster now. âWhat if this shit started with Lady Ida? Think about it. She was a trader. She had a perfectly normal excuse to disappear for months, cross borders, come back with crates nobody questioned because she was family. Everybody already knew she was strange, so every weird thing became Oh, thatâs just Ida.â Her hands are moving now. âWhat if the East never needed to sneak somebody through your gates, Knox? What if your family literally married the fucking spy in and then spent years laughing about her weird books? Doesnât that sound far too familiar?âThe water has gone almost cold.âHale. She grew up glued to Ida,â I say.âExactly. She might be finishing off whatever it is Ida started in this house. Marjorie said Hale followed her everywhere, sat at her feet, swallowed every story.â Emberâs eyes are enormous. âThen Ida disappears, just as mysteriously, and Hale keeps th
KNOXâS POVâYeah.â I stare at the tap. âThatâs what scares me. I stood over that kid and asked him straight if anyone told him what to say. He looked at me like Iâd asked whether the sky was edible. He had no idea what I meant.â I shake my head slowly. âNobody coached him, Ember. Whatever happened, he thinks he actually saw Marjorie.ââThen how the hellâââExactly.â I hear my own voice climbing and pull it back. âSo now I have a seventy-year-old woman apparently escaping a locked cell, walking past two armed guards, killing seven girls without leaving a mark, then coming back downstairs, locking herself back in and going to sleep. That is insane. Nobody does that. Except the keys went missing, two men swear they saw her face, the herbs came from her garden, and every road points straight at her. It is so fucking tidy that itâs driving me insane.âEmber is quiet for a moment.âCan you tell me what you genuinely think? I know your face.â She doesnât turn around. âYouâve been circling so
KNOXâS POVShe laughs, and it shakes both of us, and she reaches back with one hand and shoves the tap the rest of the way open, and the tub finally starts filling in earnest, hot water climbing up around us.We sit there while it comes up.She turns around eventually and settles back against my chest, and I get my arms round her under the water.She pulls my hands up and folds them over her bare stomach and holds them there with her own.I can still feel the throb of what we just did. The tenderness in her, the ache in me, the proof of it between her thighs.I exhale.Properly. All the way down. First real breath Iâve taken in hours, and it goes out of me so long that she notices and squeezes my hands.Somewhere past that door, the house is still moving, still full of guards and journalists at the gate, and none of it can get in here.My headâs quiet for the first time. The thoughts have stopped shouting over each other and lined themselves up so I can look at them one at a time.Eve
KNOXâS POVSheâs merciless with it. Slow, filthy, and completely in control.She sucks me right to the edge, pulls me into her throat until Iâm shaking, then eases off to press a wet kiss to my hip while I swear at the ceiling, and then starts again.I lose all sense of time. My hand stays in her hair because she lets it. The water keeps running.Somewhere in the middle of it she murmurs against my thigh about how she likes me like this. Iâd have signed the North over to her right then if she asked.My cockâs messier than ever, slick and flushed and twitching every time she swallows, and she looks like sheâs in love with the mess sheâs making.Thatâs what does it. Not her mouth. The fact that she wants me like this. Desperate. Ruined. Absolutely hers.Then she takes me deep again, swallows me down, and I feel it start to go. My whole body locks.And some stubborn, greedy, half-feral thing in my chest refuses to finish like this.âNo. Come here.â I get my hand under her arm. âCome here
KNOXâS POVThe waterâs hot enough to hurt for the first three seconds.Then the burn fades and something in the whole length of my back lets go so hard I actually groan out loud. She laughs at me. I donât care.The tubâs only a third full. She kneels on the tiles outside it, right by my shoulder, and presses her hand flat to my sternum and pushes me down.âLean back.âI lean.She takes a cup off the ledge, fills it, pours it slowly down my chest, then over my shoulders and my arms. Water everywhere.She isnât saying anything, sheâs just watching her own hands work, and the heat and the steam and her soft, wet palm sliding flat over my chest are unpicking my brain, stripping the day off me in pieces.Itâs therapeutic.Iâm so tired and so wound up that when her hand slips under the water and wraps around my cock the noise that comes out of me has no dignity in it whatsoever.Sheâs not shy about it either. Thatâs the part that turns me on and ignites the blood that rushes down to my hard







